Page 16 of Sinful Nanny

“I don’t know,” I whisper in the heat of the moment, “sex was never like this.”

“Because it wasn’t with me, baby. I will fuck any memory of him out of you, look how fucking wet you are, look how perfectly my cock fits into your tight cunt, I was made for you, Flora.”

His hips lift and slam into me harder now, my fingers pressing into his back as he pounds into my cunt.

“You make me feral,” he groans as he looks between us, sweat running down his nose as he keeps up the punishing thrusts, my pussy aching and throbbing but I never want him to stop.

“Keep fucking me like that, harder, oh yes,” I moan and he rears up, his hands curling around my hips as he rides me into the mattress.

“Don’t you come,” his jaw is tight, teeth grinding.

“I can’t stop it,” I moan as each pound into me brings me closer to shattering around him.

“Try,” he grits as our skin slaps together.

“Oh god,” my eyes roll and I feel the way his cock pulses inside of me and just when I am about to come, he draws back and kneels over my chest as he shoots his cum over my face, his head tipped back as a guttural moan vibrates deep in his throat.

“What a pretty mess,” he smirks, his cock bobbing as cum trickles out the end and my tongue darts out to lick him clean before I suck him into my mouth.

I hear the deep breath he sucks in as he fucks my face and I don’t care that I am covered in his cum, I need him, all of him.

Taking him to the back of my throat, I bob my head as he slips a little further down and his body shudders, his cock rock solid. My greedy hand slips between my legs as I rub my clit, my hips bucking and I am so fucking close.

Pulling from my mouth, he moves back between my legs, removing my hand as he slaps his fingers across my clit before roughly slamming his cock inside of me once more.

His fingers curl around the base of my throat, his eyes alight with fire and I am done for.

“Did you like that baby? Did you like me making you a mess then fucking you until you’re begging me to let you come?”

“Yes,” my voice is quiet as his grip tightens, which makes me smile. I have never experienced anything like this, never been fucked like this, but now he has shown me just how good it canbe, I fear I’ll never go back. “Keep fucking me, I want to come,” I sob, my fingers back on my clit as I rub my fingers quickly, his cock slipping in and out, his thrusts hard.

“Come baby.”

“Fuck,” I whisper, my back arching as he pounds into my cunt until I am a soaked, messy heap on the bed. He fucks me until he fills me again and like he promised, he cleaned me up and looked after me.

I never wanted him to let me go.

CHAPTER EIGHT

FLORA

Waking in the morning,every part of my ached.

Last night felt like a dream and a nightmare all rolled into one.

Rolling my head to the side, I saw Edward’s side was empty. My brows furrow until I see a note.

Delilah woke early, meet you downstairs, E x

I smile, then reluctantly get out of bed and grab Edward’s shirt from the bathroom and wrap it around my body.

Padding downstairs, I hear Delilah’s squeal and Edward’s beautiful laugh as I slip into the kitchen. Her blue eyes light up as she runs for me and I lift her up, wrapping my arms around her small frame.

“Did you have a sleepover?” she asks, her hands on my cheeks.

“I did,” I nod.

“Can you stay forever?” her sweet voice floats through the room before she looks over at her dad.

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